A single acorn comes into focus, spied through the eyes of no sentient being or mortal. Deep in the inky blackness of the abyssal void that is the universe lies a sole planet. Humble in size and lonely in its orbit around an unremarkable star like a monstrously vast yet isolated hydrogen atom. It's entire surface is coated in an uplifting evergreen shade of paint that upon closer inspection promptly resolves itself into a heavenly kingdom of plants and innumerable forests overruled and allowed to flourish by the forces of nature alone, with no possibility of the exploitation or destruction that so frequently happens on occupied planets.
A single acorn descends majestically from the dizzying heights of a grand old oak tree of unparalleled stature, only to gracefully land and gently roll along the soft, grassy undergrowth. It now sits upright, enshrouded in the purest of green life - healthy and vibrant - after being lovingly caressed and carried adrift by a nurturing wind to grow a suitable distance away from its magnanimous father. Time has no meaning on such a world, it ceases to exist. The acorn grows into a tree rivaling its progeny in size instantaneously - replenishing the beauty of an eternally untainted world and proceeding to continue the unending cycle of such splendor with infinite quickness. All is in perfect balance.
Perhaps the most beautiful things of all are those which lay unobserved, hidden for evermore in the deep expansiveness of space or stored within the soul of an individual gifted with sentience and the powers of intelligent perception - whom externally appears to be insignificant, yet could turn out to hold more beauty in the eyes of another than could even be contained on a completely unexplored world in a unfathomably faraway and deserted realm of existence.